The wind has been blowing hot and long for several days now. Starting around 10 in the morning and sighing to nothingness by twilight.
The full moon is shrinking, every night a little bit more toward that dark time without the moon.
Still the evenings are beautiful with the shining path of peaceful radiance we call silver-moon-lit skies.
I love these little spaces of time, whereby it’s just Boomer and I walking in the silence (sometimes Min-Min cat goes along with us) ….which really isn’t silent.
The furnace blast of heat is gone, the night air calm and alive, with an intoxication, of being pleasantly free from huge gusts of heat—hot wind, which whirls my hair into my face and mouth; free from being pelted with tiny bits of dirt.
In the daytime we hear the voice of the wind, but as the evening comes on we feel the night of tranquility!